The golden and ivory woman found herself once more dragging herself out of the bitter cold waters. The main island was so bleak and grey scale compared to the island of Atlantis. Perhaps she was more bias than she liked to admit, although not all that was grey was harsh on the eyes. Just off in the distance Enya spotted a delicate dapple grey mare. Blue orbs focused intently on the mare before quickly cutting the the horses around them. Shifting to a swifter gait the golden woman was content to make a new friend and potential herd member.
Gaze cast to the mare pawing at the soft earth, Enya smiled pressing closer to the woman. If nothing else, the woman look healthy and while perhaps not excessively exotic the dappled grey woman stood out. "What on you mind? Clearly something has you disturbed. Shall I lend you an ear?" Her words were sweet like honey, half purred like a jungle cat. "The name is Enya, tell me, have you been to the isle of Atlantis?" While she wasn't eager to have anyone else join this conversation, the golden woman was determined not to cause the girl to feel confined.